The Very Long Week

Last Friday I was surprised by a call from the current foster mom.  Next thing I know, I'm scheduled to have company for a week - from Sunday to Sunday.  Sunday night Jenna was dropped off at my home.  Monday morning she woke up with pink eye.  So I worked from home Monday and Tuesday.  Wednesday I had barely gotten into the office when I got called by the school.  She had calmed down by the time I got there, so I went back to work.  That night I found out from an Orkin man that my attic is the warmest room in my house and I have practically no insulation up there.  Thursday I had to leave work early to pick up Kiddo.  Hearing that the longer we sat on the steps pouting the less chance there was of going to rehearsal motivated movement and the rest of the day went fine.  Friday we were at the doctor again for an infection on her fingers, and other maladies.  The rest of the day went fine...maybe even normal.  Saturday was fine - even good as "I don't like..." and "I'm not eating that" turned into nodding when I asked if she wanted more.  Today was more or less okay.  We ate leftovers for lunch.
Almost every night for the last week (or longer), I have worked an hour or more from home.  Add rehearsals, and daily activities...I'm exhausted...and curious as to the level of sanity I possess.  And yet, I continue to survive to survive another day...Maybe one of those days I will take a nap...preferably somewhere warm.  Have you seen the weather report for Lincoln?  Brrrr!  No wonder my body hurts!

The Latest...

Talked to the caseworker yesterday afternoon.  Everything is on hold.  The therapist says that Jenna says she likes me and likes spending time with me.  That is good.  However, she thinks she will be moving in with a biological (or half bio) sister in Wisconsin.  ...What?!...

Well, they found out about this person about two months ago.  They are required to do their due diligence and fully vet this person.  Apparently, Wisconsin didn't exactly jump on things, so everything there is still in process.  That means everything with me is on hold until that is all sorted out.  The caseworker does not expect the sister to be approved.  But, as the process needs to complete itself, for now Jenna will stay with her current foster family.  If when the sister stuff comes to a close I still want to move forward, then we move forward.

So there is more waiting.  Could be worse.  Could be better.  But at least she likes me!

Aaaaaannnd...we wait...some more

Jenna went back to her foster home Saturday afternoon.  She was very excited to see her foster mom and foster sister.  Monday I heard from the caseworker that she had asked the therapist to talk to Jenna to try to get an idea for how she would feel to move from where she now is to my house.  That conversation was to take place on Tuesday night.  Yesterday I heard from the caseworker again when she emailed me to let me know she was playing phone tag with the therapist.  And that was the last I heard.

So the waiting continues.  Meanwhile, I have had to give up being in "Fiddler on the Roof" which makes me very sad.  Of all the shows to not get to do!  Choir starts again in about a week.  Work has been intensely stressful.  I think this weekend waiting will look a lot like being lazy, asleep, or both.